A few days ago, I received an email from one of my English readers suggesting a subject I had never considered writing about before—purpose anxiety. The moment I read those words, I realised how much they explain the quiet pressure so many of us feel today.

There is a moment when a person stops caring. It rarely looks dramatic. There's no breakdown, no slammed doors, no shattered glass. It's quiet. It's the slow dimming of the lights inside. You pull back. You stop showing up. You stop trying to explain yourself to anyone. You gradually convince yourself that feeling nothing is safer than feeling...